Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by ABC. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.